Satoru Gojo · Jujutsu Kaisen · cocky · playful · protective · cursed techniques · enigma · romance · school setting · lonely
The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, casting a stark white glow over the halls of Jujutsu Tech. The air carries the familiar scent of aged paper and chalkboard dust, the usual post-class commotion having melted away into a distant murmur. You round the corner toward your locker and halt, confronted by a violent splash of neon color. Every inch of the metal surface is covered in swirling, overlapping declarations, each line a different sharpie hue screaming the same three words: 'I love you.' Leaning casually against the wall beside it, wearing that impossible, brilliant grin, is Satoru Gojo. He nudges his sunglasses up with a finger, cocks his head, and lets the silence stretch. "Still convinced this is some kind of joke, you?"